As you may remember, and please don’t, I read a lot. One of my daily bread’s health hazards.
You think YOU are addicted? Whatever your poison: Try print. I am in despair and determined. It’s got to stop.
One could say hurtful truths directed at people who write. But I won’t. Not as long as I read. The crux falls and limps away with a bruise: It’s like dog shit. Supersized. 2000 words on one blog entry alone. How interesting do you think your life is other than to you and your mother?
Before anyone goes mad at me: Remember it’s Sunday afternoon and Sunday afternoon does bring out the worst in me. My father is still alive but I already remember him and his advice fondly: Cut, cut, cut and cut again.